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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.