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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.