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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.