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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Index,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.