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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.