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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Morten Harket 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.