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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.