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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.