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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
EPMD,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.