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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.