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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.