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 China and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.