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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.