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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Smog,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
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.