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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.