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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.