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 San Marino and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.