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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.