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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.