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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.