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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.