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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.