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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
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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.