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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.