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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.