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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.