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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.