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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.