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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.