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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.