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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.