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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.