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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.