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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.