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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.