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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.