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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.