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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.