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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.