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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.