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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.