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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Quantec,
UT,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.