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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Swans,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.