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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.