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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.