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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.