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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.