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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Mars,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.