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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.