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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.