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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
John Cale,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.