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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.