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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.