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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.