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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.