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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Sound to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.