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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.