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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.