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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.