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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Liliput 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Visage,
Lalann,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.