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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Television,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.