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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.