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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.