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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.