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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.