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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Motions to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Magma,
World's Most,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.