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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.