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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.