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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.