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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.