Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Mars,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.