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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.