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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.