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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.