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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.