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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.