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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.