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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.