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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.