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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.