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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.