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 Togo 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.