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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Faust,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.