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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.