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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.