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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.