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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.