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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.