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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.