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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.