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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.