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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.