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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Crime,
AZ,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.