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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.