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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.