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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.