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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.