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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.