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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.