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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.