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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.