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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.