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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.