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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.