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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.