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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.