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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.