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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Organ,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.