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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.