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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.