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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.