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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.