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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.