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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
the Association,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.