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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.