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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.