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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.