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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.