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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.