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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.