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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.