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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.