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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Gong,
the Germs,
Wings,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.