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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.