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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.