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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.