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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.