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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.