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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.