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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.