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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.