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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.