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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Kayak,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.