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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.