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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.