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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.