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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.