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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.