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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.