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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.