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 Israel and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.