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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Symarip 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.