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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.