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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Darondo,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.