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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.