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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.