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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.