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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.