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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Q65,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.