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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.