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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.