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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.