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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.