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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.