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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.