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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.