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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Pole,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.