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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.