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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.