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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.