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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.