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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.