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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.