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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Television,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.