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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Monks,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.