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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.