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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.