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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
X-102,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.