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 Suriname 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Franke,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.