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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Can,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.