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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.