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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Zapp,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.