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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.