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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.