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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.