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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.