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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
MDC,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.