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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.