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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.