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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.