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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.