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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.