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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.