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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.