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 France and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
UT,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.