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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.