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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.