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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.