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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.