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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.