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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.