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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.