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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.