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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.