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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.