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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.