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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Scion,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.