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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.