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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.