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 India and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.