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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.