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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.