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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Wings,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.