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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.