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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.