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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.