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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
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.