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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
UT,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.