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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.