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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.