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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.