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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.