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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.