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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.