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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.