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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.