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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.