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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.