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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Smog,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.