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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.