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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.