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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.