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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.