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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.