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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.