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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
the Slits,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.