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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Fear,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.