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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.