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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.