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 Spain and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Index,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.