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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Can to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.