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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.