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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.