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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.