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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.