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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.