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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.