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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.