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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.