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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.