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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.