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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.