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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.