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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.