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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.