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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.