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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 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 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.