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 Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Nas,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.