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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.