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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.