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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.