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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.