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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.