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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.