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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.