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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.