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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.