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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.