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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
The Names,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.