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 Mali 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Audionom,
AZ,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.