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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.