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 Cyprus 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.