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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.