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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.