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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.