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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.