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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.