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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.