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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.