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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.