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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.