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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.