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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.