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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.