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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.