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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.