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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.