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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.