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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.