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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Can,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.