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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.