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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.