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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.