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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.