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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.