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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.