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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.