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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.