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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.