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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Fear,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.