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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.