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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.