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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.