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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.