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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
UT,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.