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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.