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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.