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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.