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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.