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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.