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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.