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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.