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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.