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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
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.