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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Moebius,
PIL,
Whodini,
CMW,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.