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 India and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.