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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.