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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nico,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
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.