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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.