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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.