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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
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.