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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.