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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Nas,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.