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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.