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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.