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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.