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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.