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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.