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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.