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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.