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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.