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 and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.