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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.