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 Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.