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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.