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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.