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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.