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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.