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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.