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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Faust to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Pole,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Fear,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.