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 Poland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.