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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.