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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.