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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.