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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Slave,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.