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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.