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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.