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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.