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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.