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 Oman 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.