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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.