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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.