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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.