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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.