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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.