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 Macedonia and from London.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.