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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.