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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.