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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.