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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.