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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Section 25,
Organ,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.