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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.