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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.