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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.