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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.