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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.