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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.