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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.