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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.