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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.