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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.