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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.