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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.