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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.