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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.