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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.