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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.