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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.