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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.