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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.