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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.