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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.