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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.