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 France and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.