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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.