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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.