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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.