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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.