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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.