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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.