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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.