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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.