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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.