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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Fear,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.