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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.