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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.