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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.