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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Index,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.