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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.