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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Brick,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Cymande,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.