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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.