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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
X-101,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.