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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Gong,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.