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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Names,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.