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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.