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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.