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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.