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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.