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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.