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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.