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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.