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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Moebius,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.