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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.