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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.