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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.