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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.