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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.