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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.