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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.