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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Television,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Ituana,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.