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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.