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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Erasure,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.