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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.