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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.