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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.