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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.