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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.