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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
ABC,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Can,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Wings,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.