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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.