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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.