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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.