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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.