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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.