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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.