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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.