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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.