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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.