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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.