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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.