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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Faust,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.