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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.