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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.