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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.