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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
UT,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.