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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.