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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.