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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.