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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.