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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Can,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.