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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 808 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 Simply Red 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.