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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.