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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.