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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.