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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.