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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Technova,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.