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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
the Human League,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.