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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Faust,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.