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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Mars,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.