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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.