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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.