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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.