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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
cv313,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.