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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.