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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.