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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.