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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
World's Most,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.