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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.