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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.