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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.