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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.