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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
UT,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.