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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.