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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.