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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.