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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.