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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.