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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
the Human League,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.