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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.