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 Mozambique 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.