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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.