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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.