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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Q65,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.