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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Standells,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.