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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.