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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
cv313,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Franke,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.