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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.