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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Can,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.