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 Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.