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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.