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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Evens,
Pole,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.