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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pagans to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.