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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.