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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.