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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.