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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.