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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.