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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.