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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.