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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Wings,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.