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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Organ,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.