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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.