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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.