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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.