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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.