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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.