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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.