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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.