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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Infiniti,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.