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 Maldives and from London.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.