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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s 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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.