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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.