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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.