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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Victims,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.