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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.