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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.