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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Doors,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.