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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.