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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.