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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.