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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.