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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.