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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.